it’s the way the sky darkens, harkens back and cracks open with a start, a storm, a sun-struck smile. the way the …….(fears) years stumble, tumble and squall; the way rain ………….love or a lone tree falls and maybe nobody … Continue reading →

{miles} with a big smile, because Blue is so close you can touch her, breathe her in and be -gin the day knowing you’ve run the (g)race you need. you’ve come to the water and returned whole, filled your lungs … Continue reading →

run two (point five) ……………….{miles} to waiting blue, to the scattered hue of a rising sky. i am 6am, the rhythm of feet and the silence of nobody and no body and heartbeat and birdsong. the long slow strides that … Continue reading →